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It's immediately obvious to Sakura that something is afoot when she steps into Shisui's house and the only living soul there is a woman with purple hair and facial features that are undeniably Uchiha.
"Good afternoon, Ojo-sama!"
Used to Hime, Sakura is momentarily taken aback. No one other than Shisui -- And her father -- has called her such a nickname.
"Good afternoon," She parrots back dumbly, unsure of where this is going and how she should behave.
"The bath is ready for you, but don't take too long!"
"Right..." She says as she removes her shoes and steps further into the house, around the kneeling woman.
Other than grunt work and ringing up customers, Sakura's not allowed to do much at the Yamanaka flower shop. She could complain, but spends her time scrubbing dirty buckets and hauling water while daydreaming about the look on Shisui's face when she takes him out somewhere fancy.
Even still, the job leaves her sweaty and tired. She's grateful that the ofuro is filled as Shisui had emptied it the night before for their laundry.
Three out of seven nights are spent with her boyfriend, an easily agreed to compromise with her parents so she could feel like she was getting enough attention from him and her parents felt appreciated and loved before she went to college and they became tearful empty nesters.
It's been a pleasure watching them tell Yanagi they need grandbabies or they'll perish.
Her brother is less than thrilled with such theatrics, but in the last few weeks, as it's finally dawned on her parents that it will be just the two of them, they've become increasingly dramatic.
She can't help but feel like her family line was better suited to acting instead of finance.
Once she's washed up and has taken her time in the tub, she dries off, wrapping a towel around her body and another into her hair. A shriek of surprise emerges unbidden when she walks straight into the woman from before. "Your clothes have been lain out for you, Ojo-sama. Our lort was very specific in his requirements."
"I'm sorry," Says Sakura, "Did you just say, lort?"
She blinks, expression confused. "No?"
The pink haired woman is convinced she'd heard the woman mispronounce the word, but figures it might be a speech impediment or general ignorance.
And if it was one thing every Uchiha despised, it was being corrected.
Padding to Shisui's room, she finds a kimono on the bed. The purple haired woman kneels in the doorway as Sakura examines it. "Uh, I'm afraid to wear this."
There's offense in the older woman's features so Sakura quickly explains, "This looks really, really expensive and kinda old and I'm clumsy--"
"You aren't allowed to argue with our lort."
"Okay," Says Sakura. "I know that's on purpose."
"Malicious compliance." Says the Uchiha. "Put the damn thing on."
"What happens if I don't?"
"I was instructed to transport you naked, Ojo-sama."
Sakura's mouth drops open. "N-naked?!"
"Don't look at me, I'm not the one issuing orders." She says. "I just do what I'm told and never get promoted because I don't enjoy bootlicking."
"You're Naori, right?" Asks Sakura.
"I am," She replies.
"What happens after this?"
"I write your tag on your inner arm so that it may be presented to our lort in a time of distress. Then, I will bring you to him so you may consummate your agreement with our lort, Ojo-sama."
Tag? Consummate an agreement? Sakura is baffled by whatever it is Shisui thinks they agreed on. Worse, she's concerned the kimono may have belonged to his mother and she still isn't sure what's going on.
"You seem to be interested in presenting yourself in the buff, Mistress."
"No, no." She says. "I'm going to put it on. I'm just really confused right now."
"You agreed to surrender to the Uchiha," Naori tells her. "And everything that entails, Ojo-sama."
"Oh," Says Sakura. With some reluctance and help from her new handmaiden, she clothes herself in the kimono, the word Naruto written in marker on the inside of her upper arm beforehand, and her hair is styled into a neat chignon with a delicate, floral kanzashi.
Her makeup is lightly done, Naori having implied that she won't have any by the end of the night. And it brings the fact that their safe word has been written on her, even if she can't see it, into stark clarity.
There's a lump in her throat as she's led to the foyer of the house and offered geta, then given upperclass treatment to a car that the neighbors are all watching.
She's glad she chose to comply and spare herself the embarrassment.
As she's helped into the backseat, she overhears one of the neighborhood kids ask, "Is Uchiha-san dating a famous lady?"
She watches the scenery go by as she's taken out of Shisui's neighborhood, through the middle of the city, and into the Uchiha District. The car takes a turn down a dusty path and Sakura starts to worry something might've happened to Shisui and she just willingly allowed herself to be kidnapped.
Especially when forest springs up on either side of the road, the city gradually becomes smaller behind them.
Where am I being taken? She sends Shisui.
It takes minutes for his reply to come through. I'm not a fan of that tone, Haruno-Hime.
Channeling her Inner Princess, she replies, I find my treatment disrespectful, Uchiha-san.
Was my vassal unkind to you?
No, Sakura sends in response.
Is something lacking? He messages back.
I demand to know what's going on, She types, hovers her finger over the send key as she hesitates to push the boundaries of whatever game they're playing. With a deep breath, it's sent.
In due time, Haruno-Hime. Best lose that attitude by then.
She chews her lip as they cross over an ancient looking bridge built over the Southern Joy and deeper still into the woods.
Finally, they pull up to a terraced mountain and Sakura sits in quiet awe of it's overgrowth and the persistence it would have taken to shape it.
Naori steps out and opens her door, "Ojo-sama."
Tentatively, the pink haired woman climbs out of the car and follows the female Uchiha into the mountain. "What is this place?"
"Our stronghold," She says. "It's your home, now."
They pass by a room of men talking and laughing. Sakura shivers at how surreal and dreamlike this moment feels.
She regrets not inviting anyone to experience this with her as Naori opens a door, bowing low, "She's here, lort."
There's an annoyed sigh. "Thank you. You're excused."
Tentatively, Sakura steps past the threshold and into a bedroom. Lounging naked on an obscene amount of pillows, hair straightened, and makeup perfect, is Izumi. Even more confused than before, the younger woman pivots to walk right back out.
"Haruno-Hime," Calls Itachi from his place at the end of the bed, his own hair is down and the clothing he wears is reminiscent of ancient royalty. "I don't recall giving you permission to leave."
"I'm a princess. I don't need your permission." She tells him as she glares at him from over her shoulder, gasping when she hits a solid wall of muscle.
"What an unbecoming attitude," Says the wall as she looks up at him. "I guess we're going to have to teach you a lesson, aren't we?"
Even without armor, her man looks like a god of war and her knees grow weak at the sight of him.
As if aware, his hand lies on her shoulder, nudging her down to kneel. She can easily spot the hesitance in his eyes, though his lips are quirked into a self-satisfied smirk.
It occurs to Sakura that he and Itachi likely gained their uncanny abilities to change and hone personas from Mikoto. She's able to see why some would accuse the older woman of being a con-artist, especially with how easily and quickly she can shift from innocent housewife to plotting Matriarch in a heartbeat.
It takes Shisui a little longer, but here, in this moment as his hand slides from her shoulder to the back of her neck, she knows this mask has been carefully crafted, just for her.
Her mouth opens as she's guided against his tented hakama. Naori was right about her makeup not lasting long and she's glad to have applied it sparingly.
Conversation from the men down the hall drifts over her head as he grinds against her and she's unsure if he's able to feel much more than mere pressure. She moves to free his arousal so she can taste it but her hand is quickly snatched and she releases a little yelp at the sting and how loud the clap of his hand on her wrist is to her ears.
He gives her a shove and she's knocked to her ass, a thrill slithers down her spine as he further pushes her down onto her side and the cool tile, his knee rests on the side of her face in a show of dominance. Heavy enough to wordlessly forbid her movements, light enough she's reminded that he doesn't actually want to harm her and it's a game.
Meeting her eyes with a cold resolve, yet still watching her expressions closely, he says, "You belong to me and will refer to me as Daddy."
She can't help her smile that she has completely converted him to his Title.
The corners of his lips start to twitch, an indication that he's well aware she's won but he's trying not to break character and ruin this moment of trepidation. "Something funny to you?"
"Only that you think you own me." She replies.
"You will refer to our prince as Sir," He says, momentarily setting her resistance to the side. "You may only refer to yourself as, This One."
"That's so cute," Says Izumi. "I might actually start doing that."
"No," Sighs Itachi. "And if you try it, you go to the corner."
"But it's cute!"
Shisui stands, taking care to focus his weight onto the knee that doesn't have Sakura firmly pressed to the floor. "Get up."
Timidly, she rises and he grabs her arm to steady her before tossing her onto the four poster bed.
If anyone else were to ever treat the pink haired woman this way, she's pretty sure she would have ended the game by now.
But seeing Shisui stalking towards her as he sheds his clothes creates a heat low in her belly. Moving her bent legs further apart to receive him, she's prevented from sitting up by a hand that closes around her throat.
Her attention snaps to the man beside her as he positions himself between her eagerly spread thighs. Shisui stands adjacent, beckoning to Izumi. "Come here, Izu-sama."
The brunette's gaze darts between Itachi and Shisui. "I-is this okay?"
Nodding, Itachi tells her, "You get one pass, Timble. One."
Giddy with excitement, his fiancè clambers over to Shisui and she's lain beside Sakura.
The heir's right hand stays wrapped around her throat as his left works open her kimono. "Never speak of this again?"
"Sure thing," Shisui tells him as he nudges into Izumi.
Briefly, the pink haired woman wonders who's idea this was but decides to save the detective work for later as she's filled.
Part of her is concerned because the engaged couple is totally batshit about one another, part of her likes the thrill of potential danger that comes with the swap.
She gasps as his hips piston, gripping at his wrist while his fingers tighten just enough that her breathing starts to feel constricted.
"What's wrong, little princess?" Asks Itachi between rough thrusts. "Isn't this what you like?"
Panting hard as she looks up at him through lowered lashes, the only reply she can muster is a, "Ngh.."
His frame, while compact, carries nearly as much muscle as Shisui. He's quite pleasant to look at, even switched into Mean Mode.
However, she's more enthralled with how his eyes soften when Izumi paws at his arm and he pauses mauling Sakura to kiss the brunette and the happy mewling that ensues.
The younger woman doesn't mind. It gives her some time to catch her breath and make eyes at Shisui, who's looking like he, too, wants kisses.
Before she can act on it, narrow hips snap forward and long, bony fingers move to half-close her airway once more. Her palm smooths weakly along his chest and ribs while she's rocked by his body.
Her boyfriend's hand is gentle when he reaches over to cup her breast.
Both men are glistening with sweat, Itachi's mouth is red from Izumi's lipstick and Sakura catches herself staring at it in contrast of his alabaster skin and inky hair that's sticking to his neck and shoulders.
In the back of her mind, she resolves to get Shisui to also wear that shade of lipstick.
The hand at her breast returns to the brunette and the long haired Uchiha rubs his thumb over Sakura's clit as his grip completely seals her throat. She writhes as she's pushed over the edge of her orgasm, the lack of air bringing an all new intensity to it.
As she comes down from her out of body experience, she realizes she's being coddled by her man, Izumi's in the arms of her fiance.
"Checking in," Says Shisui.
"This one is okay," Sakura tells him when she catches her breath and finds her voice.
He moves her arm in such a way that she's able to see the safe word, reminding her where it's at and what it is and she nods. "Thank you, Daddy."
She watches him redress and he offers his hand when he's finished.
Her stomach is in knots as her fingers light over his and he tows her to stand in front of him, arm settling around her waist. She closely watches his face as she's taken into the room full of men and her knees give out when they all zero in on her.
Some faces -- Rai, Naka, and Hikaku -- she recognizes. Most, she doesn't. She notes all of them are no younger than her but not older than Shisui. Varying hair lengths and styles. The majority of them are nearly on par with Shisui. Mascara commercial eyelashes, high cheekbones, and cupid's bow lips.
They're all ungodly fit, too.
Clearly able to see that she's intimidated, Rai's the first to make his approach. "Safe word?"
She mutely shows him where it is.
"Checking in?" He says, tone a little suspicious in regards to her lack of mouthiness.
"This one," She takes a breath and tries to regain her footing. "This one is ready."
"Alright," Says Shisui as he lets go, nudging her into the hands of his friend.
Rai's mouth isn't as soft as Shisui's, calloused hands caressing her sides. Another set of smaller, thinner hands cup her chest and gives her gentle squeezes. Someone moans as her bottom is groped.
Fingers tangle in her hair and turns her mouth to theirs, she's pretty sure it's Hikaku that guides her hand over his chest and abs.
A tongue swirls over her nipple, a mouth leaves wet kisses against her inner thigh and hickeys are left along her neck and shoulder.
She breaks away for air, coming face to face with an androgynous man before her lips are claimed again. A firm chest presses against her back, erection nudging at her and she suddenly knows how it feels to be a queen bee swarmed with drones who want to please her.
She's tugged backwards, not even sure which way is up, as she's penetrated. She shyly meets the eye of Hikaku as he presses inside. Nimble fingers guide her to take a throbbing cock into her mouth.
Something like relief washes over her when she catches sight of Shisui. His gaze is protective, watchfully analyzing her every twitch and shudder.
She can tell he's already hard again, but he makes no move to join them.
Her hand is guided to stroke. Someone's grinding against the sole of her foot and her clit is feverishly rubbed until her voice joins the chorus of the men using her.
She feels delightfully overwhelmed and out of control as thick, warm fluid drips onto her stomach.
For each one that comes in or on her, another quickly replaces him and they coax her orgasms from her until she's a quivering mess.
Her chignon has come loose, smooth skin covered in hickeys and love bites. Every now and again, Shisui will come over to rub her sticky belly or stroke her hair, praising her for being so good at pleasuring his friends.
This time, his lips brush the shell of her ear as he squeezes her breast, whispering to her what a good little cumdumpster she is as the last of her will is used to suckle at the erection in her mouth. She doesn't think there's an inch of her left that hasn't been covered in ejaculate.
The man she's sucking swears, and she greedily swallows down his release. Having had his fill, he wanders down the hall with his fellow clansmen, chatting about unrelated things.
Then, it's only her and Shisui, who's taken to wiping her down with a warm cloth. If she had any energy to move, she'd gladly curl up into his lap. Instead, she stares at the ceiling, feeling boneless. "Checking in?"
Something about the tenderness of his tone breaks the weightlessness and she finds her face to be tingling, lips bowing just slightly as water immediately overwhelms the dam over her lower lids. "Th-this one.."
She doesn't even have to finish before she's swept up and snuggled. "It's okay, Sakura. I've got you."
Shouldn't she feel elated? Wasn't she enraptured with pleasure minutes ago?
Instead, she unravels in great, heaving sobs. Everything from being at the mercy of that many men to the way Shisui is still doting on her after having watched her be at their mercy is enough to leave her clutching at his shirt with what miniscule strength she's able to gather.
She's still sticky with come, but he doesn't even seem to notice. "Everything's okay," He whispers into her hair. "I'm right here and you're safe."
"Do you still love me?"
She's squeezed tighter against him. "I love you very much."
"Do you," She takes a shuddering breath, head on his shoulder. "Do you think I'm gross?"
"No," He says. "There is nothing wrong with you. However," His tone turns light, "you do need a bath."
She cracks a smile at him and he smothers her in kisses, rubbing circles on her lower back.